After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

"Hahaha, don't worry, the little monster will definitely satisfy you, young master."

Mo Shan'an still felt that the other party had not understood his meaning. Before he could speak, the stage suddenly started shaking violently.

He was dumbfounded. This "little monster," who looked as robust as the Bull Demon King, was it some kind of "Beast King"?

Mo Shan'an's pleading golden eyes stared straight at his father. Shouldn't he come out and tell him it was a lie?

"Roar"

He had no time to reflect; the "little monster" was charging towards him.

Having experienced poisonous scorpions before, Mo Shan'an had some experience dealing with larger monsters like this.

Because he was small, he could use his agility to avoid the monster's attacks. Mo Shan'an dodged while searching for its weaknesses.

Mo Shitian's expression changed from a smile to a blank one; as a member of the Demon Clan, he had to learn to grow up.

In the battle between the large and the small, the demons were most concerned about the tiny cub, and were torn about whether to plead with the Demon Lord for mercy.

They had gone through this kind of ordeal before; almost every member of the demon race had to hunt monsters in their childhood. But when it came to Mo Shan'an, they were a little soft-hearted.

"You think the young master is too strict with the Demon Lord, given how young he is?"

"Yes, after all, this is the Demon Lord's only child."

The people below the stage discussed quietly, but their eyes remained fixed on the cub on the stage, ready to intervene if anything went wrong.

After dodging several times, the monster became even more agitated, and Mo Shan'an was covered in sweat. He knew that this couldn't go on, as his stamina would run out.

His eyes slowly turned from gold to red, and everyone present was startled by the sudden spiritual pressure, their worry turning into seriousness.

Mo Shitian narrowed his eyes, watching the changes in the little guy on the stage. He could clearly feel the cub's menacing aura filling the entire area, shouting and demonstrating.

Just as Mo Shan'an had completely transformed into red, Mo Shitian silently suppressed the demonstrative spiritual pressure, and the Dragon Meditation Sword arrived at that moment.

"buzz"

He suddenly snapped back to reality. He felt as if he had lost consciousness for a moment, and all he could think about was tearing it apart.

After a moment of distraction, he looked at the sword in front of him and immediately started complaining, "Where were you yesterday?"

The Dragon-Dark Sword shook itself in frustration, producing a soft "hum".

Mo Shan'an felt goosebumps rise on his skin again as soon as he thought of the snake.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you."

The conversation between the swordsman and the man ignored the demonic beasts on the stage, who then furiously raised their hands to strike them.

"I go"

Mo Shan'an dodged it with lightning speed, patting his chest and saying, "You scared me to death! I almost got crushed into a cookie."

Long Mingjian was also frightened and hid behind the cub, seemingly wondering why there were so many fierce-looking things here.

"Hey, how come you're hiding behind me?"

Mo Shan'an was speechless. Aren't you a treasure of the dragon race? Is this all they worship?

"buzz"

"You still have the nerve to talk back? You're utterly shameful, no, you're a disgrace to Jian."

"buzz"

Mo Shan'an didn't want to discuss this issue with it anymore. He turned around quickly, gripped the sword hilt with both hands, stared sharply at the monster in front of him, and coldly uttered a few words.

"I'm not someone to be trifled with."

The demons present were all silently marveling at how delicious it was. They glanced at the red-robed man on the main seat and then at the young master on the stage; they looked exactly alike.

The demon beast was also frightened by the spiritual pressure that the opponent had just unleashed, and still felt some fear of that power.

Seeing this, Mo Shan'an first threatened with the Dragon-Dark Sword in his hand, "If you dare to back down, I'll have someone throw you to yesterday's Flower Snake."

"buzz"

Upon hearing this, the Dragon-Dark Sword immediately flashed its blade in response.

"very good"

Mo Shan'an gripped the sword firmly, tightening his grip with both hands, and seized the opportunity to stab the monster's leg from the side before it could attack.

The beast felt the pain and immediately raised its hand to strike. Mo Shan'an reacted quickly and used his sword to block it, and the Dragon Eye Sword pierced through its forepaw.

But the next second, Mo Shan'an was hit by it. He felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and he lay on the ground with his face scrunched up.

Mo Shitian stood up slowly with a gloomy expression. His pale fingers gripped the fan tightly, revealing his unease. He looked at the demon beast as if it were a corpse.

Mo Shan'an on the platform gripped the Dragon Meditation Sword and stood up, his golden pupils turning crimson as he fiercely stared at the howling monster in front of him.

"go to hell"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blade imbued with demonic energy swept across the sword he was wielding, silencing the monster. Then, its body was torn in two by the blade.

Even the ground on the platform bore the marks of the sword blade, which speaks volumes about its power.

Mo Shitian curled his lips, leaped to Mo Shan'an's side, and slowly squatted down in front of the still red-faced little guy, soothingly touching his cheek.

"Well done"

Mo Shan'an sensed a familiar presence, and the crimson in her pupils instantly faded. She blinked, and after clearly seeing the man in front of her, she wrapped her small arms around Mo Shitian's neck and complained aggrievedly.

"That person lied to me; it wasn't a little monster at all."

The cub complained to its father about the old man in black robes, asking how he could deceive a cub like that!

"Hmm, shall I punish him later?"

Mo Shan'an nuzzled the man's neck, leaned on his shoulder, shook her head, and didn't say anything.

Mo Shitian smiled slightly at the cub's dependence on him, holding him in one arm and letting him lie on his body, his voice gentle, "Sleep for a while."

Mo Shan'an also felt tired and fell asleep with his head on her shoulder.

The audience felt a pang of sadness after seeing their Demon Lord and Young Master leave. The young master's soft and cuddly appearance made them all want to pinch his chubby cheeks.

The cubs don't envy the Demon Lord at all, not even a little bit.

Molu felt all the intense gazes turn to him. He touched his nose, went up on stage triumphantly to pick up the young master's sword, and then left under envious stares.

He's the one who's held the young master in his arms; no matter how envious you are, you'll never get to hold him.

Mo Shitian carried Mo Shan'an back into the house, placed him on the bed, and then checked his spiritual energy. After finding no major problems, he withdrew his hand.

He felt relieved after transferring some demonic energy to the other party. At first, when he didn't know the other party's identity, Mo Shitian did consider letting him cultivate both demonic and spiritual energy.

However, he cannot take such a big risk now. He is still young and cannot withstand two forces that are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. He can only suppress that spiritual power for the time being.

The Feather Clan's Feather Beads are the best choice; they can suppress the little guy's spiritual power without harming his body.

"Magic Logic"

After Mo Shitian stepped out of the house, the latter appeared out of thin air.

"Demon Lord"

"Go to Dragon God Mountain and tell Di Moxiao that I will attack the Feather Clan in three days. Tell him not to meddle in other people's business, or I won't mind using my dragon blood to suppress spiritual power."

When Mo Shitian finished speaking, he still had a light smile on his face, but his narrow eyes contained a bloodthirsty cold light.